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Game of Thrones isn't really a TV show for everyone. It has incest, twisted murders, frivolous sex, grotesque organ chopping, frequent nudity and gore of the nth order. That being said, I will now proceed to explain just how awesome Game of Thrones is.

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.

Game of Thrones is a complex phenomenon you never quite understand unless you read the plot summary on Wikipedia as and when you're watching the corresponding episode. I felt like an absolute country hunch-bumpkin as I watched the first episode, unable to wrap my head around concepts which were beyond me. It's alright if you felt that way. You're not alone.

So this amazingly well written series is all about family feuds. No, I don't mean soap-opera-family feuds like. I mean let's-kill-my-fiancee's-father-and-exhibit-to-her-his-severed-head like. Yes. You have several houses (some rich, some poor; some smart, some not) plotting against each other to be the sole occupant (rightful or not) of the Iron Throne. By watching this series, you are signing up for betrayal, HEARTBREAK, surprise and lots and lots of drama. Again, not the soap opera type drama.

"Fear cuts deeper than swords."

The thing about this medieval drama is that however strong you are, whatever tribulations you've been through, however cold your heart might be, YOU. WILL. CRY. You will weep for every life taken (human or other), for every battle lost, for every woman raped and for every wrong choice made. But you realise the series goes on. Even when the person the whole story was about dies at the end of Season One. And when you think there are no more character alive for this show to go on. It goes on. How, you think. I'll tell you how: George RR Martin is a genius who always has his way, that's how.

A long time ago, a good friend of mine urged me to watch the all new Flash TV series. I watched the first episode for her sake and abandoned the whole idea of continuing it because a) I did not have any time and b) I was already watching too many TV series. To invest myself and the little free time I had on another TV series seemed too much for me and hence, resulted in abandonment.

Recently, however, I found myself having more free time and decided to give the Flash another go since I seemed to quite like the first episode a lot. I then realized that I was falling for the show. My mind whirled with these questions ‘how could I have possibly abandoned such an amazing show before?’ and ‘What was wrong with me?’ It was pointless asking those questions because it was obvious that I was insane and so (without giving much thought to my insanity), I proceeded to binge watch all the episodes I missed. Till 3.00 am in the morning. (Please note: I am not a night person. It is almost impossible for me to stay awake after 11.30 pm. This shows how amazing The Flash TV series is.)

My obsession toward this series has no limits.

I stalked all the stars on all social media platforms.

Annoyed every single person by forcing them to watch it.

Kept narrating the story every night to my father so I’ll have one more person to give me company in obsessing over the show. (I’m still working on it.)

Called that very, very good friend of mine every time an episode ended in a cliff-hanger and crazy talked for hours. In fact, due to our combined craziness some of our other friends watched it too and fell in love with it. See, it’s high time you start watching it too. Or just let me know, I’ll crazy talk you into it.

Was almost about the sketch all the characters in the Flash and then I realized I’m too lazy. (Still working on overcoming said laziness.)

And now, I’m writing this and definitely gonna shove it up on everyone’s feed. (That’s what I think I’m gonna end up doing. Refer aforementioned ‘laziness’.)

Right, now, about the show. It is absolutely fantastic. It is as fast as the Flash himself. It is superbly entertaining and that one hour you spend watching this show, that’s going to a very, very happy hour, indeed.

So, I recently (12 hours ago) watched Les Miserables and I absolutely loved it (I know I am late to the
club by a few millennia but can we move on?). I generally don’t like musicals
(they can make normal speech into a song that always sounds opera-ish. For
example: Sentence – I want to poop. How they say it in musicals – IIIIIIIIIIIIIII
(for 5 seconds in bass voice); waaaaant toooo (for 2 seconds in shrieky voice);
poooooooooooop (5 seconds in bass voice again)), but I decided to watch this
one because I am on an Eddie Redmayne spree and Eddie Redmayne is perfect.

I
have to say Les Miserables is a work
of art that deserves more recognition. Tom Hooper did a wonderful job in making sure every scene stays intact,
no words lost, in the great ocean that is a musical.

The actors/singers were brilliant in bringing in the
emotions and feelings to each scene. Hugh Jackman, in all his manly glory,
played the rough role of a convict, the vulnerable role of a changed man, the
secretive role of a model citizen, the loving and protective role of a father
with ease and grace. He sang like it was his only mean of living, putting his
all into his songs.Anne Hathaway,
goddammit, looked unnervingly beautiful all through the film. Her role, as
Fantine, was that of a single mother who was forced to give her little Cosette
away because of her heart breaking poverty. She loses her job, because, to put
it plainly, the people she worked with were a-holes and becomes a prostitute
just so she can pay her monthly dues to the family taking care (the Thenardiers,
they weren’t taking care of Cosette) of her child. Hathaway portrays the
heart-wrenching misery in an exceptional way and I feel she deserves her Oscar
as much as Leo deserves one. To put it simply, the screen space she occupies in
this movie is inversely proportional to the grief she inflicts.

Music made my life brighter, it made me see the world with a different outlook. Every song I heard, every word I listened to pieced together my soul. Music made me whole in an inexplicable way. Doesn't matter which song or who sang it. Music can change your life once you give it a chance! Music can be your buddy. It can be you and music against the world. It can be your chaperon that can show you the way to happiness.

"Music oft hath such a charm To make bad good,and provoke to harm" - William Shakespeare

As Shakespeare said (yes, I can quote Shakespeare. I'm cool like that) music has the power to turn a sorrowful situation into a happy one, it can make a bad situation turn to a real good one.This just proves that music has the ultimate power to change.

So from all this stuff you can understand that I am damn passionate about music but there is also another fact that you should know about me, I can also sing. I don't know if it's good or bad but I know that my friends like it a lot! (I think). I'll let you be the judge of that.

Every time I wish to escape, to escape inside a world of my
own creation, a world that thrums and lives off music, I go to the one and
only, the God of Music, Hans Zimmer. With his music, I can weave the best kind
of worlds inside my head where I’m this kickass person, a complete polar
opposite of my reality, with flashing blue hair and daggers strapped to my
thighs riding on dragons, defeating Evil, being a hero and then being Evil
itself. It’s my world. I can be anyone I want for however long I want with
Zimmer’s music creating diabolical scenarios inside my head. (I have an
inexplicable love for villains and all broken things.)

There’s this enigmatic part to Zimmer’s pieces, his
instrumental pieces where no one’s screaming for help, where no one’s calling
for dead loved ones, where no one’s rapping away with their complete heart and
soul, where no one’s recalling about life and memories and where no one’s
verbalizing about anything and yet his pieces bring me to tears. His music speaks
louder than words. It is pure magic. It is pure euphoria. It is pure music.

Zimmer’s music is utterly and devastatingly beautiful. Why
devastating, you ask? Because his music is poignant and glorious and it always
evokes one’s deeper emotions. Hans Zimmer is well known for creating excellent
instrumentals for Inception, Interstellar, The Dark Knight and other such well
known movies. His music will make your heart dance and leap, it will make your
heart sing and yearn for that moment you’ve been waiting for and it will leave
you with goose bumps and chills.

Hans Zimmer’s pieces will take you to a place beyond your
wildest imaginations. It will take you to the future, the past or it will take
to amazing places, places you’ve never seen or heard of in the present. It will
take you out of this world.

Watching Love, Rosie was traumatic and cringe-worthy. Easily
fooled by IMDb’s relatively high rating, I proceeded to watch this crappy,
stinky, awful little movie. With each scene causing almost physical pain, I was on the verge of giving
up. But I didn’t. And I feel I deserve a whole jar of cookies for that. The
film was bad.

To illustrate my point better, here’s a list of all my withheld
comments:

-aww, that’s cute. I always wanted a guy
best friend.

-I don’t know about THIS guy best friend
though. I want to do a lot of things to him and they aren’t very best
friend-ish.

-loooooook, she got into BU. Good girl.

-good girl gone very, very bad. She’s
knocked up, what the hell.

-he got into Harvard, that’s nice. But they
want him there in 3 days? I know it is the best school in the world, but they
want him tie up all his loose ends, say goodbye to basically his entire life
and make a transatlantic journey within 3 days? Wow.

-her parents are ok with her pregnancy?
Wait what? If Ma ever came to find that I had so much as kissed a guy, she
would kill me and bring me back alive so she can kill me again.

-*for the next one hour* ugh guys, stop
making such bad choices.

-I mean, I can’t exactly judge because *I*
made a REALLY bad choice by watching this rotten film.

-he’s also married now. Does that mean we
can stop watching the movie? No?

For quite a long time, the Three Crackpots (or so the bloggers behind this blog would like to call themselves) have been debating about creating a completely ridiculous blog focused on way too many ideas (the 'About' section should have tipped you off) despite the fact that these bloggers are queens when it comes to laziness and have very little time on their schedule. However, this did eventually happen. And this will be good. Or so they say.

A Whimsical Madness, created on the 25th of March 2015, a very inauspicious day (there were no thunderstorms to mark the creation of this blog nor were there flowers falling from the skies) , is a blog that is focused on a plethora of categories such as music, clothing, food, books, movies, TV shows, travel and other such madness! The Three Crackpots behind this blog have eclectic tastes and hence, cannot focus solely on one particular without pining for the others.

They have decided to publish posts about the little and the big things they love in life, share their experiences and conquer the world! The last one, of course, can never be true (refer aforementioned 'laziness') but hopefully the rest of it can. Time is never on anyone's side but the Three Crackpots have decided that they will make time for the things they love and blogging is definitely one of them!

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A Whimsical Madness is a blog about books,movies/TV shows, clothing, food, music and other such madness! The Three Crackpots (or so the bloggers behind this blog would like to call themselves) will unleash their crazes and whims every week here! Don't forget to follow us for more intoxicating and enlightening madness or the Grim Reaper will chase you down! Just kidding or maybe not.